SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.04: SAMANTHA
Episode 4! It has been a few days since I wrote my last Gen 4 chapter, which for any other writer who usually take weeks to do one chapter, it would be an incredibly short amount of time, but considering the enthusiasm I have had for this, that is fairly long, as I usually just upload one a day. I think a short break between stories is good, cause it helps the last story settle in, and gives you time to think and all that, I'm still unsure of what format I want to follow through with, I'm thinking I might change to uploading all the chapters at once for each story on a specific day, like every Saturday. One thing I'm certain of will be a big break between Series 7 and 8, that is definitely necessary, it also helps grow attachment to the story and anticipation that sort of thing, so I'm not too sure yet. Also I like to think of these as sort of First official releases, and then the next one will be the final copy, which is my finalized version of each story, making minor changes and things like that, into a more thoroughly worked through story, but don't expect those too soon, I might work on them in the break. In other news, I have to do an essay tonight, which I have no idea in what I'm doing, so that has disabled me a fair bit, but I thought I should write a chapter anyway, and so I shall. So here is the first chapter of 7.04: Samantha!
Hayley creaked open the door to Bannerman's Pub. She was wearing black sunglasses, a white t-shirt with a navy jacket and denim shorts, with a heavy layer of red lipstick, many elements of this outfit, were quite different to her usual wear.
Hayley strolled up to the counter, looking around her. She leaned against the bar and looked to her right as a man in his 30's was already hitting the beer, at 10 in the morning.
He gave a gritty smile at Hayley, and she backed away rather repulsed.
A barmaid came up to her, "What'll it be love?" she asked.
Hayley hesitated, "Um… Is Trevor here? Me and him have some…" Hayley leaned in close, "personal business." She said winking at the barmaid.
The barmaid eyed her down bringing a lip up to her mouth; "I'll go fetch him from out the back."
Hayley rapped her fingers on the table, and looked behind her, giving a thumbs up towards the door, as it shut quickly.
A fat and greasy man came from out the back and frowned at her, "Whatcha want?"
Hayley leaned in smiling, "What's your range?"
"You 18?" he asked hoarsely.
Hayley whispered into his ear, "I was hoping we could have a bit more…" she ran her fingers down his shirt, "business, then that."
"Oh," he said with a filthy smile, "let me get us some champagne."
He cracked down an old bottle from up on the shelves, "Come around here and take a seat." He said.
Hayley came around to the left side of the bar, the barstool wasn't in the greatest condition, but she sat on it nonetheless.
Trevor poured two glasses of, the old drink, "Cheers" he said, raising his glass.
Hayley gave a fake smile, raising her glass to her lips.
"What's your name then?" he asked.
Hayley paused, "Candy! That's my name Candy… cause I'm sweet," she said with a wink.
"Oh, I bet you are." He chuckled, "To be perfectly honest, gingers aren't usually my type, I prefer blondes, but you've got a hell of a pair of tits, I'll give you that," he said with another gargle of the wine.
Hayley shuddered, trying to hold back the disgust.
"So…" he said, "Shall we get down to the… business," he said leaning in.
Hayley leant back; his nose hit her sunglasses and they fell to the ground.
Hayley bent down to pick them up, as she stood up, she blew the dust off them, before putting them on her face.
Trevor frowned, "Hold on, you were in here the other day."
Hayley sat back with wide eyes, and then Trevor slammed his hand on the table, "No wait! I know you! You were with that group!"
In a flash Hayley bolted for the door, she burst outside, running along the street shouting, "He's onto us! Go, go, go, go, go, go!"
Immediately a large SUV began to roar, and pulled out along side Hayley, the door slid open, and Gemma and Paulie reached out there hands, each grabbing Hayley's and pulling her in.
"We have to get Ken!" shouted Kelly.
Drew did a U-turn, as asphalt spluttered into the air. Trevor ran outside and saw the SUV. Ken run up alongside from the alleyway, saw Trevor and bolted for the car, as Trevor chased after him.
"Come back here you little fucker!" shouted Trevor.
The car pulled ahead of Ken, with Dean holding the door open, "Run! Get the fuck in!"
"That's my car!" screamed Trevor, "That's my fucking car! You little fucking pigs!"
Ken grabbed a hand onto the door, both Dean and Claire held on tight trying to haul him in, as Trevor took furious swipes at his legs.
Then Ken swung his other hand up, which Paulie grabbed and they just scraped him, shutting the door. "Fucking floor it!" shouted Gemma.
Drew slammed his foot against the pedal, as they began to holler.
"Did it work? Did you do it?" asked Dean.
Ken lifted his head up with a big grin, and nodded excitedly.
Trevor stormed back inside, picking up the phone and punched in 999, "Little fuckers." He muttered to himself.
He did have every right to be angry. 3 nights ago he had come up to them in the bar and asked for ID, and Dean immediately started a fight with him. Trevor ended up punching him in the nose, and chucking the whole lot out into the cold streets in the middle of the night. Most people would let that go, but as it goes with Gemma calling the shots, they decided to steal his prized SUV.
As Trevor held the phone against his ear, he heard a buzzing sound. He put the phone down with a frown and head outside into the alleyway. He opened the electrical wiring box and saw clearly, cut wires, specifically, the phone line.
Trevor stamped his foot on the ground and screamed out, "FUCK!"
The group continued to holler as they drove out of the town. "That, was fucking brilliant," said Dean, "We need to do more of that."
"Next time! We should steal a bus!" said Kelly.
Drew looked back in the mirror, "We're pushing it with this car; we are not stealing a bus!"
"I've got it," said Paulie, with a pause, "A Train."
They burst into more laughing. "A house," said Dean, "Steal Blood's house!"
"Just take a fucking pyramid while you're at it." Said Gemma.
Among the laughter, Sam reached over the back, "Hayley, have you got my shit?"
She nodded, "Yeah, how do you wear this stuff, it's annoying as hell wearing these sunglasses, let alone the lipstick." Said Hayley, pulling off her jacket.
She passed them to Sam, who slipped them on. "Now, who's got fags?" said Sam looking around.
"Yep" said Paulie, passing her a silver case. She placed a cigarette in her mouth, as she lowered the window. She lit the cigarette and immediately stuck her head out the window, blowing perfect thick, white billows of smoke, like cotton into the wind, as it fluttered down the hill.
The group lay across the bonnet of the SUV, with some on the ground and Drew and Paulie standing on the Cliffside, of Mable Point.
"Hold on, check this out," said Paulie, with his arm slung back and a pebble in his hand, "If you wait, long enough, and chuck it at just the right time."
Drew looked over, Paulie waited and then hurled it across the air, as a magpie came and swooped up the pebble, in it's mouth.
"That's crazy," said Drew, "it wasn't doing that before."
"Learnt this trick at Cobbler's bay, you gotta sort of rub it, before you pitch it, as if it's a worm or something, and make sure you've got it's attention." He said with a nod.
Sam leant forward from the bonnet, "I have the best story, this one time I went camping with Sofia, and we completely messed up and ended up with no tents and half our clothes gone, so we were sleeping in our knickers under the stars, and we woke up in the morning and there were like worms all the way through the sleeping bag. She was running around, like hitting it with a stick, it was hilarious."
Kelly giggled, "The time Gemma got attacked by a bear." They all began to laugh, "That was insane." Said Kelly.
"It wasn't a bear," said Gemma with a smirk, "It was like a half-bear."
"What the fuck's a half-bear?" said Dean looking up.
Gemma shrugged, "I don't know, but that's what it was, I nearly died, you all remember."
Sam sat back against the windscreen with a stern look on her face. She placed the cigarette between her lips, and blew out a smoke line that formed into a figure-8.
Sam sat forward excitedly, "Did you guys see that?"
"No, wait!" said Drew, "Gemma, you can do that pattern, remember you showed me last Sunday."
Gemma sighed, "I need the blue lighter, the one with all the holes in it."
Drew patted his jacket, and chucked her the rusty, dark blue lighter.
Gemma caught it in her hands, and stood up, walking onto the roof of the car.
She lit a cigarette, and kept the lighter running. As she blew a wisp of smoke into the flame, and ran it around in curves. She stopped and let it go.
And the grey smoke formed the outline of a penis and floated up into the air.
The group burst out in sounds of awe and laughter. "That is Ace!" said Paulie, "Teach me to do it!"
Gemma smiled deviously, "What? Blow a Cock?"
They burst out laughing, and Hayley slid off the end of the car, which resulted in more unholy waves of laughter.
Sam frowned and jumped off the car, walking off into the bush on her right. Dean looked in her direction, and jumped off to walk after her.
As she got into the next clearing, Dean broke through the bushes, "Where you going?" he asked.
Sam pivoted on her foot, "I'm just going for a walk; I'm not going far, they can still hear Me." she snapped, "Hello!" she echoed.
But the group was in another round of laughing and didn't hear her. Samantha shrugged, "I guess they're too interested in Gemma's Penis."
Dean chuckled, looking back at Sam who still bared a frown across her face. He immediately dropped the smile, "What's wrong?" he asked.
"What does it concern you Dean?" she asked.
Dean threw his hands in the air, "Casually interested, I'm your mate."
Samantha shook her head with a foul look, "Don't you start that."
"What!" said Dean, with a shocked look.
Hayley looked astounded, "What, you really just think I'm going to forget about what you did."
Dean sighed shaking his head, "Look Sam, it was… in the past, it is in the past, I was an idiot, we're done, I've said sorry, so now we go back to being friends."
"You think it's that easy, don't you?" said Sam glaring at him.
"Everyone else has gotten over it Sam." He said with a stern look.
"Well I can't!" she butted in.
Dean paused for a minute and shook his head, "Well, it's as simple as that then, isn't it?"
He turned around and walked through the bush back to the group.
Sam scowled; as she looked out off the cliff, listen to the echoing laughter coming from the gang back at the SUV. The sun shined, but that didn't mean it would be a good day.
Urgh, that scene between Sam and Dean felt a little weird, I think I could have done that better, but for now, it's good. I hope this provides sustenance for the time being, it isn't an awful lot, but on the other hand, it's a joyful moment, and I think it's always important to focus on the good times that the group have together. It's probably why I loved the Series 5 finale so much, unlike the second series of each generation where they all get depressed and start having nothing to do with each other. Please review as always, Chapter 2, up soon!